Cry Better Yet Beg Novels & Stories

I bit it‚ softly αt first‚ then hαrder‚ letting my teeth sink in just enough to mαke her screαm. “I’m gonnα… I’m gonnα come—fuck‚ Ryαn‚ don’t stop—don’t stop—pleαse—pleαse don’t stop—” she begged‚ voice crαcking‚ full of nothing but need αnd heαt αnd desperαtion.

Her tears soaked into the dirt, but even that felt cleaner than her betrayal. "This isn't how to properly beg, love," I whispered, venom-laced sweetness dripping from his voice. "Didn't your dad teach you better? Fold your hands. Cry. Plead." I folded my hands in front of her sobbing whispering... "Please... just, save her..." Her fingers trembled as she clasped her hands together like a helpless beggar. "I-I'm sorry, Raghav... please forgive me... I didn't mean to hurt you like that... I-I just... I was just scared..."

On New Year’s Eve, I humbled myself and called everyone I could think of, begging to get a loan. However, every call ended with them either rejecting the call outright or scolding me for bringing bad luck during the holiday. Amid the endless sound of the fireworks, my grandma closed her eyes, and just like that, I was the only one left. At the thought of her pale face, my heart felt like it was being sliced apart. My eyes reddened instantly. I didn’t take the box of caviar he had brought. Instead, I said, “Hudson, we–”

My knees were scraped and bleeding beneath the expensive ivory coat. “Great, just great,” I muttered, limping toward the door. “You better not leave a scar.” I followed him into the silent mansion. Then tears started getting to my eyes. “No.. This is nothing compared to the past” I will not cry.

I stood up tall, pulling every bit of strength left inside me. "I, Elara, reject you, Alpha Lucian of the Blood Moon Pack, as my mate and my Alpha," I said, my voice echoing through the quiet house. The moment the words left my lips, a sharp pain sliced through my chest. The bond between us snapped like a thick rope being pulled apart. The pain was so strong that my knees bent, and I gasped for air, feeling as if a piece of my soul had been ripped away.

Tyler slowly lowered his hand, his mouth working silently for several seconds before he managed to scrape together a fawning, oily smile. "Lord Regent," Tyler stammered, wiping a film of cold sweat from his forehead. "Forgive me. The girl startled me. She is... she is an idiot orphan from the backwoods. A mute stray we took in out of the goodness of our hearts. She has no manners. She doesn't understand the court." "An orphan?" I repeated, my voice flat, cold, and dead.

His complete lack of an answer only made Cass's anger burn hotter. "Liam, answer me!" she shouted, her voice breaking in the quiet street. Liam let out a long, heavy sigh. He looked down at the ground for a second, and then a tiny, sad smile appeared on his lips. "It looks like you finally caught me, huh?" Cass felt her chest tighten so hard it became difficult to breathe. The cold reality was starting to crash down on her. Liam took a deep breath, stepping closer to her, his eyes looking straight into hers. "Fine. I will admit it now. I am not a poor guy, Cass. I am not a beggar."

Immediately afterward, his face was filled with tears and snot as he cried bitterly, “Benefactor… I owe my lowly life to you, and it’s only right for you to take it away… But I really want to beg you to spare my lowly life even if it’s simply for my mother’s or younger sister’s sake. Please spare my lowly life… I beg you, Benefactor…”

A small, broken part of me that still asked why. I knelt beside Kira's bed, my fingers gently brushing through her soft curls as silent tears fell onto the sheets. Then, suddenly, she stirred. Her tiny eyes fluttered open, hazy with sleep, and she looked at me with concern. "Mommy... are you crying?" I inhaled sharply, quickly wiping my tears away. I forced a smile, cupping her small face in my hands. "No, baby. Mommy's just... happy." Kira blinked sleepily. "Happy?"

Tears streamed down her face, blurring her vision, as she poured out her plea. “Please,” she sobbed, her voice cracking with the raw desperation that clawed at her throat, “I beg you, give me the money. I need it, I need it now! Just this once... just this one time. After this, you can do whatever you want with me. Anything. Sleep with anyone... I don't care. Please, please, please!” Each word was a desperate prayer, a raw, exposed nerve laid bare before him, begging for mercy.